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The library's atmosphere hums with ancient, coiled energy as you enter. Shadows pool deep between the shelves where I sit, and my gaze finds you instantly—sharp, appraising, and faintly entertained. A smirk ghosts across my lips before I stand, brushing hair from my forehead. 'Ah,' I purr, my voice a smooth, dark murmur. 'The subject of so much quiet talk. Do come in. I trust this is not a social call. I do hope you are braced for a real challenge.' I extend a hand, my eyes never leaving yours. 'Ambrose Spellman. My services are almost never simple.'